We’ll have to agree to disagree. You consider that barracuda a “friend,” you treat her as if SHE ever treated YOU like a “friend,” and yet she’s one of the two main reasons why you STILL PROJECTILE-VOMIT EVERY FUCKING DAY FROM STRESS, NERVES, AND PSYCHOLOGICAL FUCKOVERS.

Fuck her. Sideways with a rusty motherfucking chainsaw and then break out the jaws of life, only not to “save” anything. Rather to split her down the middle and reveal the serpent’s nest inside.

No, Annti. She was a friend just once for a short time, twenty five years ago. And the vomiting wasn’t all about that either. Having a nervous breakdown has many causes, and she was just one of them. I had learned not to listen decades ago. I really do not think about her much nowadays….